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Thursday, July 24, 2014

The Boyfriend List by Renee Novelle - Blog Tour & Giveaway

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Title: The Boyfriend List
Series: Boyfriend #1
Author: Renee Novelle
Release Date: February 10, 2014
Genre: New Adult

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The Boyfriend List follows twenty-year-old Reagan in her quest for the perfect relationship after a somewhat tragic spring break breakup leaves her disillusioned about love...again. Reagan had always prided herself on making levelheaded, practical, analytical decisions about everything. Everything, that is, except where guys are concerned. Which was proven to her, once again, when her “boyfriend” opts to take another girl on their oh-so-romantic trip to his lake house. In order to prevent future heartbreak, she creates a checklist of all the qualities she wants in a man, and vows not to give her heart away again until she can determine if they fit every last criteria. After scouring campus with her two best friends in her tricky journey, her detective work returns a pile of unworthy rejects, and it seems as though her choices are narrowed down to only two options: the hot stranger who’s inspired her new project, and her best guy friend Ian, who she’s always kept at bay due to his perceived playboy reputation. Reagan gets more than she bargained for with her new set of rules, however, and is surprised to find that love, and the perfect boyfriend, may have been within reach the entire time. But will Ian’s reputation ruin his chances to prove his worth? And can Reagan let go of her insecurities long enough to even give him a chance? The Boyfriend List is a light, New Adult romance about friendship, trust, and learning to let go in order to embrace what real love can offer.

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“If I could have everyone’s attention please.” As the music lowered, the noise of the crowd hushed to allow the DJ to speak. “It’s time for our very special birthday girl, Miss Petra, to come up on stage.”
Reagan turned, smiling toward the front of the room. But from out of nowhere, she felt a hand grab her arm. “I’m not going up there without my best friend.” Petra was smiling as she spoke, and had begun to pull Reagan through the crowd before she’d even realized what had happened. Despite her half-hearted objections, she found herself climbing the platform, looking out into a sea of hundreds of eyes staring back at her. It would’ve been enough to intimidate anyone who wasn’t a regular to such occasions, but for Reagan, it was proving to be a true test of her confidence.
Thankfully, two costumed performers appeared from the back to roll out a three-tiered cake – her second cake - that looked more like a piece of abstract art than something actually edible. The top was lit with sparklers and a huge twenty-one. With the crowd distracted, Reagan slinked backward, behind a gushing Petra as the DJ led the crowd in singing Happy Birthday. Maybe this center of attention thing would take some getting used to after all, Reagan decided as she applauded her friend who’d just blown out her enormous candles.
 “I’d like to thank everyone for coming out tonight to help me celebrate my birthday.” Petra had begun, and the crowd cheered again. “You only turn twenty-one once so you might as well do it right!”
But despite Reagan’s best intentions to listen intently to her friend’s birthday speech, everything around her – all the noise, the music, the applause – suddenly faded out into silence the moment Ian stepped into the club. Dressed in a stylish variation of black-tie formal, he took in the festivities with all the calm casualness of someone who should own the place. And it was a really, really good look on him, she decided.
He caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye, and after an expression of surprise passed over his face, he smiled and winked with a fluid, easy movement that had her heart doing flip-flops in her chest. Breathe Reagan, she reminded herself, breathe, though the instructions didn’t seem to be working very well and she wondered if she looked as stiff and mesmerized as she felt.
“This has been the best birthday ever!” Reagan tuned back in just as Petra was finishing up. “And I’m so happy you’re all a part of it. Have fun tonight!” The crowd erupted in applause as she handed the microphone back to the DJ.
Prancing over to where Reagan was standing as the dancers began cutting the cake to hand out to an anxious crowd, Petra leaned closer to her friend, following her gaze. “Are you a betting girl tonight?” She was speaking low, her expression mysterious as though she had a secret to tell.
“Maybe.” Reagan finally broke her stare with Ian to pass a quizzical glance to her friend. “Why?”

“Because I’d bet you never thought Ian Scott could look that good in a tux.” Then she waved casually to Ian and smiled when he began moving in their direction through the gyrating bodies who’d packed onto the floor. “You’re welcome.” She exclaimed knowingly before dashing off to change into her third outfit. 

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Renee Novelle

As a freelance journalist, Novelle has found placement of her pieces in both online and print publications since 2008. Additionally, she has written multiple screenplays, and contributed her writing to many non-profit and for profit organizations. She has launched several blogs over the years, which garnered international attention. In 2013, Novelle returned to her first love – fiction. Writing under the names Renee Novelle and R.S. Novelle, she has a publication schedule that includes Psychological Thrillers, Suspense, Paranormal Fiction, Contemporary Women’s fiction, Chick Lit, and New Adult. Though she received her Bachelor’s of Science in Communication, summa cum laude, she considers herself a constant student of the written word. She’s an avid reader, an enthusiastic quote poster, and rarely takes “no” as a final answer. She has an unhealthy obsession for theater, dance, music and art, and strongly believes that wine is simultaneously the beginning of, and resolution to, all of life’s problems. She believes in following dreams, and that in the end, you always end up where you’re meant to be.


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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Mr. X by Clarissa Wild - Blitz & Giveaway!!!

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Title: Mr. X
Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: July 21, 2014
Genre: Dark Romance

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He’s come to kill me.

I’m a user and abuser of my own body. In my darkest hour I sold my soul to the devil and now I must pay the price. With his gun to my head I have no choice but to listen and obey, but I refuse to go down easily. Nothing is stronger than the will to survive. My instincts kicked into full gear the second he stepped into my motel room.

Except when I look at him I see my own heart staring back at me. A history tainted by blood.

I don’t know his name, but I know he wants me. To save myself I’ll sacrifice my sanity. My body. My soul. Something tells me the x-shaped scar that marks his eye is the only escape I have. He is Mr. X: the man who comes to claim my life. Can I save myself before he demands my heart?

WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, dubious consent, breath deprivation, strong language, drugs and alcohol, and graphic violence.


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She clenches her teeth. “You can’t keep me here …”
“Watch me.” I lean against the wall, picking up a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. I’ve been dying for a smoke ever since I found her in that room.
“And then what? Is this supposed to scare me?” she says, her hand fisted like she’s trying to resist, even though there is no way out of this. I smile and put down the lighter. 
“If you think I am doing all this just to scare you, you’re mistaken.”
“Then what is the reason, huh? Why are you keeping me prisoner?” She fights the tears in her eyes. I can’t help feel a little overcome with the urge to grab her and kiss her to take away all the hurt. However, I can’t. 
The past cannot be erased. What we are is set in stone and nothing can chafe away the rugged surface of our souls. 
I’d be a liar if I said it doesn’t pain me to see her hurt, but I like pain. I live for it. I was reborn in it. I don’t fear it. On the contrary, I survive on it. Pain is a means to an end and her pain is my end. If she stops feeling pain, then so do I, and that would mean the end. It’s too soon. I need her pain to feel alive. And so, I will continue to make her answer for her sins.
“A man must do what a man must do,” I say.
“A man? How can you call yourself a man? You’re a monster.” The look in her eyes, so in awe of my wickedness, is exhilarating. I smile.
“Thank you.” Her jaw drops, a brow rises, and she snarls. It’s amusing to see the mixed emotions scatter on her face.
“Are you insane? Why are you thanking me?”
“Because I’d rather be a monster than a man in your eyes. Being a monster beats being a wretched human being. You’ve freed me of the burden of having to act sane. So yes, you could say that I am insane.”
She just stares at me, her mouth open, but in complete silence, like she’s at a loss for words.
“Believe me when I say you are better off with me than out there,” I say.
“You’re mad! You wanted to kill me, and now you say I’ll be safe with you?” she scoffs.
“I never said you’ll be safe with me. I can get quite dangerous …” A smile quirks up my face. She shivers.
Clutching her body, she stampedes toward me. “Let me out.”
I grab both her arms, squeezing tight as I hold her back and look down at her. “You don’t want to do that.
“I want anything but staying here with you.” She tries to jerk free, but I keep her close, forcing her to listen. She cannot leave me, because I won’t allow it, but I’ll give her a good reason as well.
“Do you think I am the worst thing that could overcome you?” I lean forward and whisper into her ear. “There is more evil out there than you think.”
Her breath comes in short gasps, her tits pushing up against me as her chest rises. Courage is making place for fear again, I can feel it on her skin. It’s riveting. She fights me, her arms locking with mine as she attempts to free herself from my grasp, but I twist her in my arms and keep her hands behind her back. Her ass is bumping against my cock, straining it to the limit. God, I love it when she struggles. I never stopped loving it
“Do you think I’m the only one who came for you, huh?” I whisper in her ear. “That I’m the only one who wants you dead?”
She shakes her head, and I can feel her heart thrumming through her chest.
“Did you see those men that were following us? Can you guess what they wanted?”
“Me?” I smirk.
“Great deduction. Now, there is a difference between them and me; can you tell me what it is?”
It’s quiet for a few seconds. I guess she really hasn’t figured it out yet.
“They want your head. I want your body.”
She swallows, and it turns me on so much I want to rip off her clothes right now and do her against the door. But I don’t. Taking her would be so easy, it would take all the fun out of it. I want her to offer herself to me willingly. I want to see the regret in her eyes afterwards when she realizes she gave her body to the devil
“But …. I don’t understand. I thought you wanted me dead?”
“I did. Now I want more.”
She gasps. “Why? What changed?”
“I did.”  


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About Clarissa Wild

Clarissa Wild

Clarissa Wild is the USA Today Bestselling author of FIERCE, a college romance series. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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La Cosa Nostra (This Thing of Ours) by Amie Nichols - Blog Tour & Giveaway

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This is a standalone book meant for mature readers.

Harper Troy, like most students, was working her way through college barely making it by. She hears about an opening at a well known gentleman’s club, The Guardian, ran by a very well known Chicago Family, the Tarseta’s. Even though the uniform is very revealing and the other waitresses are catty bitches, the money is worth it. Until she meets the youngest Tarseta, Liam. He’s Chicago’s most eligible bachelor and drop dead gorgeous. She feels an instant attraction. Being a known playboy, Harper fights the attraction and his advances. Liam has his eyes on Harper the moment he sees her. Being different and not falling for his charms, he is determined to break her down. But Harper refuses to be another notch on his bed post. Just when Liam is breaking down Harper’s barriers, he learns some shocking news that changes everything. Can he make her see they are meant to be together, or will he lose her forever?

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I had just popped the tab of my Diet Coke when the door opens. Like déjà vu, Liam enters the locker room, except this time I am sitting with my legs crossed and fully clothed. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right," Liam says in his ridiculously sexy voice. Jesus, what is with this guy? 
 "Yes, why wouldn't I be?" I ask, sounding maybe a little harsher than I had planned. 
 "My father was very rude. I wanted to apologize for his candor," he says, all debonair and provocatively. 
"I think my uncle Matty has a huge crush on you." He chuckles. 
 "He's old enough to be my father," I say bluntly, with a little disgust. 
 "Ouch! I won't tell him you said that." He winces. 
 "You're really not interested, though?" he asks and I just shrug. 
 "Yeah, really." 
 "It's just that most of the girls who work here would be jumping at the chance to land my Uncle." Liam just exudes sex in everything he says. 
I want to yell at him, "You have got to be kidding me, stop talking and fuck me already!" I feel my face turn hot at my thoughts and turn my head away from him. 
 "Well, Mr. Tarseta, I am not like most girls," I say, not looking at his black lust filled eyes. 
 "I am seeing that." 
 "What is that supposed to mean?" I shoot back. 
 "It's that you flirt just enough with patrons, but not enough that you are advertising something is for sale." He steps further into the room and sits next to me on the bench. He's close, close enough I can smell his expensive cologne, and holy fuck does he smell good. My breath hitches and I let out a gasp as I feel the heat radiating between us. 
"Mr. Tarseta, I'm not for sale," I say, taking a drink of my Diet Coke, my mouth suddenly very dry. 
 "Ms. Troy, everything is for sale for the right price," he says low, almost in a whisper. I stand, feeling the need to put some distance between us. 
 "That is your opinion, but I assure you that there is no number large enough that can buy me," I tell him still avoiding those black eyes. 
 "So you are saying that nothing can buy you, nothing at all." He stands, inching his way closer. I feel the electric sparks bouncing off of me. I swallow hard as the smell of him fills my nostrils, I feel him watching the hollow of my neck. 
 "I am not a possession to be bought, Mr. Tarseta. Besides, why would you want me anyway, you have tons of girls just itching for you to own them." 
 "Well, first off..." He lets out one of his low sexy chuckles, "I don't ever remember saying I wanted you." Ouch, now that hurt. I feel about two feet tall. He stands there cool as a cucumber, while I'm a hot mess of nerves and lust
 "I didn't mean to insinuate that you did..." I stutter, trying desperately to repair this very embarrassing moment. I turn to my locker to look for something, anything to distract me. I find my phone and pretend to read a text, also trying to pretend he is no longer in the room. 
 "Second, Ms. Troy, if I did want you, I would have you." He leans down close to my ear, so close I can feel his hot breath. Okay, that's it, I am not a toy for you to play with
 "Well, I guess it's a good thing you don't want me, because I assure you, Mr. Tarseta, you would not have me if you did," I snap, slamming my locker door. With a huff, I walk around the bench to avoid having to touch Liam as I exit the locker room. What nerve, what an arrogant asshole.

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I live in Iowa with my amazing, supportive husband. He is my rock and my king, and treats me like all woman should be treated. (Like a spoiled Queen) I have two miniature dachshund's that are my babies, and they love to keep me company when I am writing away on my next WIP. I'm about to publish my 6th book, and can hardly believe how my life has changed. I'm called an author, and still can't believe it. I've have met some amazing woman on my journey so far, and have learned so much. (Sometimes the hard way.) I've been like a sponge soaking up all the information I can on how the publishing world works. It's been a rollercoaster ride so far with its ups and its downs. No matter what, I will never regret anything I've done. You can't succeed if you don't try, and if you don't try you won't succeed. One of my favorite quotes "If the dream is big enough the facts don't matter". Some other info about me, I love my family, friends, wine and anything caffeinated. I also love writing HEA. For the same reason I won't watch a movie that I know will make me cry, (with the exception of Steel Magnolias) I will never write a book without a HEA. There might be a few twists and turns, a cliffhanger or two. But ultimately my stories will leave you feeling warm and fuzzy inside. For me, reading is entertainment, a way to escape this crazy insane world. If a book leaves me feeling sad, mad or gut wrenched, it is not for me. There is enough gut-wrenching sadness in this world, I don't need to read about it too. I started writing 3 years ago, and have no plans on stopping. So keep your eye on me because with the help of some amazing people and my wonderful fans, this girl is going to be on the New York Times best selling list someday.

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The Seduction by Roxy Sloane - Epilogue Reveal


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“Wake up, sleepy-head.”

I drift, drowsy from the soothing sound of the ocean. I’m having the the most amazing dream. I’m on a tropical beach, where clear crystal water laps the power white sand, and palm trees shade my lounger. And there’s a man. Mmmm. A gorgeous, sexy man stroking every inch of my body...

His fingers brush over my bikini top, playing with my breasts. I let out a moan.

“That’s right, baby.” He chuckles. He squeezes with my nipples through the thin fabric until they’re hard and aching. “Are you awake yet?”

“No,” I whisper, wanting to stay in the bliss of this dream. It feels so good.

“Hmmm... how about now?” His hand moves lower, over my bare stomach. I shiver. He traces lightly down between my thighs, stroking over my clit. Even through my bikini, the sensation spirals through me. I gasp, rocking up against his hand.

“Still sleeping?” he murmurs.

I smile, but keep my eyes shut. I want to see where this goes.

“You really are tired, poor baby. I wonder what’s been wearing you out?” He sounds amused.

“My boyfriend,” I murmur, still laying with my eyes closed. “He’s insatiable.”

“I don’t blame him.” He pushes my bikini bottoms aside and rubs my clit, a maddening rhythm that makes me writhe. “Just looking at you like this, I want to sink deep into that sweet pussy and fuck you slowly until you lose your mind.”

“So why don’t you?” I challenge, breathing faster as he strokes. God, right there. Yes.

He laughs. “Soon, baby. But it’s time to wake up. I’ve got something planned for us.”

“Does it involve your cock inside me?” I moan. He answers by sliding two fingers into my wet core. Fuck.

“You can bet on it.” His palm presses my clit as his fingers pulse deep inside me and I break in a delicious ripple of orgasm.

I open my eyes to find Vaughn kneeling beside me with a wicked grin.
“I was just dreaming about you,” I smile. The beach glitters, totally empty except for us. Vaughn leans down to claim my mouth in a hot kiss.

“Good dream?” He murmurs, stroking my hair. His eyes rove over me, dark and possessive.

“The best.” I let out a contented sigh, looking at the ocean, and the setting sun -- and him. “This is heaven.”

Vaughn lifts me to my feet. We stroll back to our beachfront cabana: the doors wide open to let the tropical breeze in. “You hop in the shower,” Vaughn tells me, “I’m going to get your surprise ready.”

I feel a jolt of anticipation. Vaughn loves surprising me, and his plans usually end with multiple orgasms. “Give me a hint?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Not this time. Go on.”

He’s using that voice I love, the one that’s all man, so I follow his order and go shower off in the huge bathroom. It’s big enough for two, and we’ve definitely tested it out many times this vacation, soaping up for hours together under the jets.

When I step out of the shower, there’s a box on the cabinet, tied with red ribbon.

Wear this.
(And only this)

I open the box. It’s a gorgeous red silk dress, with a short skirt and tiny spaghetti straps. There’s nothing else in the box. No lingerie. I grin, slipping it over my head. The silk slides over my body in a shiver of sensation. The skirt flares mid-thigh, dangerously high, and my nipples are visible through the fabric.

Something tells me we aren’t going out for dinner tonight.

My cellphone rings just as I’m applying makeup. It’s Cam, holding down the fort back at the company.

“Hey boss,” he says, when I answer. “Still enjoying paradise?”

“I love it here, we might never come back.”

He laughs. “Don’t. We need you.”

“Everything running OK?” I ask, fixing my hair in the mirror to fall in loose, natural waves.

“Nothing that won’t wait. The police say Carter will do jail time for attempted murder, and there’s still no word from Brent.”

That reminds me. “Will you do me a favor?” I ask. “Check on Isabelle. I don’t know what’s going on with her, but I know she’s mixed up in something with Brent. I just have a feeling, she might need help.”

“Sure,” Cam sounds surprised. “I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Thanks. I’ve got to run.”

“A busy schedule of beach and cocktails?”

I laugh. “Something like that.”

I hang up push open the bathroom door, stepping out into our suite.

“Vaughn?” I call, but there’s no reply.

Another box sits on the coffee table. I open it, my anticipation rising. Inside is a red satin blindfold and another note.

Later.

My pulse kicks. I’m going to like this surprise, I’m certain.

I hear movement outside. I step out onto our private patio to see a table laid for two with beautiful white linens and silverware. There’s delicious-looking food, and candles flickering as the sun sets lower over the ocean in a blaze of pink and gold.

“You look beautiful,” Vaughn’s voice comes from behind me. I turn. He’s wearing dress pants and a white shirt open at the neck, devastatingly handsome like something from a movie. He carries a bottle of champagne and two glasses to the table, pausing to murmur in my ear as he passes.

“You’re going to look more beautiful naked in that blindfold with your wet mouth wrapped around my cock.”

Still my Vaughn. I feel a rush of heat between my naked thighs. Vaughn chuckles and pulls out a chair for me.

I sit, taking in the gorgeous scene. “I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

“It’s our last night on the island,” Vaughn smiles across the table at me. “I want it to be a night you remember.”

“I remember everything,” I admit, feeling a rush of love and desire. “Every minute we spend together.” Ever since meeting Vaughn, my life has turned upside down. We’ve been through so much together, and even though I feel closer to him than anyone else in my life before, it still amazes me how new and exciting this feels.

He surprises me. He challenges me. And God, he turns me on.

“No regrets?” Vaughn asks quietly. His eyes burn into mine from across the table. He looks weirdly serious.

“None.” I swear, reaching to hold his hand. “I love you. I’m just glad all the mess with Ashcroft and Ridley is over now. We can just be together.”


Vaughn pulls his hand away. “One last surprise,” he says, pulling a final box from his pocket. He places it on the table in front of me, tied with another red ribbon.

A ring-sized box.

My heart stops. It can’t be...

I look up at him, but he just smiles. “Open it.”

I unwrap the ribbon with shaking hands. Inside is the most beautiful diamond ring I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Vaughn...”

He goes down on one knee beside me. Vaughn takes the ring box, and cradles my hand. “You’ve changed my life, Keely. I was lost before I met you. I never thought that I could have this. Us. That I would love someone like I love you.”

I feel a sob rise in my throat. “I feel the same,” I whisper. “I’m so happy I have you.”

“Be mine forever,” Vaughn asks, and already I’m crying too much to get the words out. I just nod,

“Yes! Of course, I say yes.”

He slides the ring on my finger and then pulls me into his arms. I fit just right, made to press against his firm muscle and heat. It’s overwhelming, the thought of him forever. All Vaughn. All mine.

“You and me, baby,” Vaughn murmurs, claiming my lips in a scorching kiss. “I promise, I’m going to spend the rest of our lives making you smile... making you laugh...”

His hands slide lower, under the hem of my dress.

“Making you scream.”

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COME BACK, Dark, & Deadly #2 By JA Huss
Genre: Erotic Suspense

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“Secrets keep the darkness alive,” Harper tells me. But that’s not how I see it at all. Secrets keep me alive. The truth is overrated. Honesty is never the best policy. And when your job involves killing the most dangerous men on earth, knowing more than you should, will get you killed.
Death is a business deal,” I tell her back. And I shake his hand every chance I get. Secrets are currency in my world. I pay my debts with them. I feed on them. They ground me in the present and they promise me a future.
But Harper Tate is everything I’ve ever wanted. She is my promise, she is my past, she is my future. She can be mine. She will be mine. All I have to do is complete the mission.
There’s just one problem.
I have no idea what it is.

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He takes three quick steps towards me and I back up instinctively, but I hit the sink. And then before I can come up with another plan, he’s pressed up against me, standing over me almost. His stare is captivating because everything about his expression, his body language, his breathing—all of it says this moment counts. His hands hover over my shoulders and then he give me a crooked smile.

“Harper,” he says calmly.

“What?” I snap again.

“I want you. I’m going to touch you. I’m not fighting with you anymore. It’s a waste of time. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you right here, right now. In this goddamned desert shithole bathroom even though you deserve to be fucked on a tropical beach or somewhere with a mountain view, or, hell, even the goddamned Hummer would be better than right here. But you know what?”

I swallow down my surprise. “What?”

“You gotta make the most of what you got. And we’re not on a tropical beach or in front of a goddamned beautiful mountain. And fucking Smurfette is probably out in the Hummer. So this is all I got.”

“None of this has anything to do with the fight we’re having.”

He smiles and then nods at me. “Oh yes, it does. Because here’s the thing, Harp. We are about to have makeup sex. Right the fuck now. And if you don’t want me to do that, then feel free to finish this fight properly. You ready?”

“So you’re gonna force me.”

“I’ll count to three so you can have a few more moments to decide. One.”

My heart begins to beat wildly. “What the hell—”

“Two.” His hands are still hovering above my shoulders but now they slowly descend to rest on my upper arms. “Three.”

I expect to be turned around, pushed against the sink, and fucked from behind.
But that’s not what I get at all.

His hands descend down my bare arms, stopping at the elbow for a brief moment to caress the soft skin on the underside. And then they continue down to my waist. He eases them underneath my tank top, and then places both palms flat against my skin. “I’ll take that as permission to proceed, but feel free to stop me at any time.” And then his strong hands grab my waist and place my ass on the edge of the sink. He cups my face and leans in, his lips lightly touching mine.

I kiss him back. With tongue.

I can feel the smile on his lips. Because he knows I gave in with that tongue. He won this fight hands down. I am out for the count before the bell even rings.

“I win,” he whispers into my mouth. “I’m not here to fight with you. I’m not here to trick you. I’m not here to kill your pain-in-the-ass piece-of-shit brother. I’m here for you, Harper. And that’s all there is to it."

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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Always Rayne by Sierra Avalon - Blog Tour & Giveaway

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covergifTitle: Always Rayne
Series: Always Sometimes Never Rock Star Romance Series #1
Author: Sierra Avalon
Audience: New Adult 18 +
Genre: Romance
Formats: E-Book
Publisher: Short on Time Books
Cover by: Viola Estrella
Editor: Shirley Pearson
Pages: 178 pages
Date Published: June 20, 2014
 
 








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Would you spend ten days traveling the country with someone you despised if he promised to pay off your student loans?
Recent college graduate, Harper Leigh, can barely make ends meet working as the books editor for a new online entertainment magazine, Chatter. With $85,000 of student loan debt about to go into repayment, she has no idea how she’ll get by.
Just when she thinks things couldn’t get worse, Harper’s boss decides to embed her in the North American tour for the hot rock band, Always Rayne. Ten days on the road with the band for her to get an exclusive story. But Harper’s a homebody and the last thing she wants to do is go on the road with a rock band. And she definitely doesn’t want to spend ten days with the notorious bad boy and band front man, Nic Rayne.
When Nic proves to be too much for Harper to handle and she threatens to quit the assignment, Nic decides to sweeten the pot. If she stays with the tour for all ten days, he’ll pay off all of her student loan debt….but there’s one small catch.
Harper also has to sleep in his bed every night.


THE ALWAYS SOMETIMES NEVER series continues with:
SOMETIMES BROOKE (Brooke & Leo’s Story)
NEVER RAVEN (Raven & Xander’s Story)

Due to mature LANGUAGE and CONTENT, ALWAYS RAYNE is recommended for readers aged 18+.
WARNING: The characters say the “f” word…a lot. If you don’t like the “f” word, please don’t 1-click the book.


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Brooke and I are wearing those plastic backstage passes around our necks and when two really big body guards standing at the backstage entrance see them they let us pass right through the door.
As I glance around at all the other people with backstage passes I notice they all look a lot more like Brooke than I expected. All of the girls are wearing ultra-short, skin-tight skirts with barely there tops.
The guys all look like they just stepped out of the band themselves. They’re all young and hot and they seem to know it.
There’s definitely no shortage of arrogance in the room.
“I’m definitely going after Leo,” Brooke whispers to me as we approach the band.
All three of the band members are standing next to each other drinking beers and talking with a bevy of blondes.
Maybe this isn’t the best place for Brooke to be hanging out. She hasn’t been sober very long and I don’t want her to fall into temptation. I have a feeling if Leo handed her a beer she wouldn’t say no.
“I’m getting tired,” I say and fake a big yawn.
“You are not going to wimp out on me.” Brooke gives me a cold glare. “We’re not leaving here until we meet Always Rayne. All of them.”
Nic Rayne looks like he’s getting bored with the blondes. He’s glancing around the room rather than paying attention to what the girls are saying.
As soon as Nic’s eyes land on me I can see his expression change. His brows are furrowed and he looks puzzled. I’m sure he’s wondering what someone who looks like me is doing backstage.
Disappointment crosses over the faces of the two girls vying for Nic’s attention when he walks away from them and heads in my direction.
“You,” he points to me. At least I think he’s pointing at me. When I look around and realize I’m standing alone, I know he’s pointing at me.
Then I panic because I’m standing alone. Where the hell is my roommate? The one who dragged me here in the first place practically kicking and screaming. She completely abandoned me. I also notice that one of Nic Rayne’s bandmates seems to have vanished just as quickly.
It isn’t possible for Brooke to hook up with someone that fast, is it?
This is Brooke we’re talking about. Not only is it possible, it’s highly probable.
Nic Rayne is now glaring at me. It’s like he can’t believe I didn’t jump as soon as he pointed to me. I can already tell this guy is a piece of work. He’s probably used to getting any girl he wants with the snap of his finger. Hell, he’s probably used to getting anything he wants the second the demand comes out of this mouth.
I can see him let out an exasperated breath and then head in my direction. I quickly scan the room to see if I can spot an exit but by the time my eyes land on one, it’s too late. Nic Rayne has already entered my personal space.
And he’s not just close to me; he’s practically on top of me. And I don’t like it. He makes me extremely uncomfortable. I’d rather be anywhere than standing next to Nic Rayne. I’d rather be back in Economics class at the university and I hate Economics. It’s the only class I ever got a C in.
“What’s up?” Nic says.
I’ve seen him in movies so I knew he was tall and muscular. I guess it never occurred to me how tall and muscular he really is. The guy is towering over me and I’m not that short. I’m five feet six inches. Nic has got to be at least six inches taller than me.
“Did you see where my friend went?”
He nods but doesn’t say anything else.
“Okay. Would you mind telling me where she went?”
“With Leo.”
I assume he means Leo Donovan, his cousin and the guitar player in Always Rayne.
“Hey, Rayne.” Xander Donovan, Nic’s other cousin, and the band’s drummer, places a hand on Nic’s shoulder. “Pick the girl you want and let’s go. We’re all headed over to Troy.”
Troy is the trendiest club in the city. I’ve heard a lot about it but haven’t been able to afford the stiff cover charge and the fifteen dollar drinks.
“Come on,” Nic says and turns to leave as if I’m supposed to follow him.
He takes a few steps before he realizes that I’m not following him. Then he turns back around and gives me an odd look. “Aren’t you coming?”
I shake my head.
“Why not?” He actually looks puzzled.
“Do you want a list?”
His eyes narrow and then he walks back over to me. He gets so close I can smell his masculine scent and what’s left of his spicy cologne. “What’s the list?”
I gulp. I wasn’t actually expecting him to ask for the list. I thought he’d just get disgusted and find some other girl to go with him.
“Well, you’re not my type. I don’t find you remotely attractive. Or particularly interesting. I don’t like your music at all. And you don’t seem very smart. And I don’t sleep with guys I don’t know. So, maybe you should just find some other girl to take to Troy.”
He’s doing his best to bite back a grin. The smug asshole actually finds what I’ve said funny. I didn’t think I could dislike him more but he’s really pushing my buttons.
“I’m not your type, huh?” He leans in even closer. So close, I can feel his breath on my neck. “I’m everybody’s type.”
I try to swallow but I feel like there’s a golf ball stuck in my throat.
“You don’t find me attractive, huh? Then why are you sweating?” He places his hand right over my heart. “And your heart is beating a mile a minute. Maybe you should listen to what your body wants instead of what your brain is telling you.”
I take a step back and try to collect myself. I wipe my brow and realize I really am sweating. And he’s right, my heart is racing. What the hell is going on?
“I’m not some groupie who’s going to do whatever you want because you snapped your fingers.”
He looks me up and down. “I can see that.”
I place my hands on my hips. “What is that supposed to mean?”
He actually has the audacity to laugh. “No one would ever mistake you for a groupie that’s for sure.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Your clothes are like some crazy mash-up between a hippie and a school librarian.”
I glance down at my flowered skirt and strappy sandals. He has a point. I’m not exactly a fashion whore like my roommate. Not that I have the money to update my wardrobe even if I wanted to.
He steps closer again. He’s got a habit of getting right into my personal space and it makes me uncomfortable every time he does it. When I look into his deep brown eyes, I have the feeling that he’s doing it just to get a rise out of me.
“What are you doing here?” he asks. For the first time since we’ve met, he actually sounds sincere.
“I came with my roommate. She won tickets from the radio station. She wanted to see you. And your cousins.”
“I asked what you’re doing here.”
“I guess I’m here for moral support,” I stammer. And I have a press pass.”
I’m not sure why I tell him that. I guess I feel like I need some kind of excuse to be here because I’m definitely not here for the music.
“Why am I not surprised? You look like a writer. Or a librarian.”
I dig around in my purse and pull out my press pass. To my surprise, he grabs it from my hand. “Chatter. Never heard of it.”
“It’s an online magazine. A start up.”
He nods then hands me back my credentials.
“Do you like it?”
“Like what?” I’m surprised by the question.
“Writing. Working for a magazine.”
I shrug. “I’ve never thought about doing anything else. My parents named me Harper Leigh. I was kind of destined to be a writer.”
He’s looking at me with a blank stare. Maybe he really is as brainless as I think. And for some strange reason that disappoints me.
“Harper Leigh,” I repeat. “I spell my name differently but she was a writer.”
He’s still looking at me with a blank expression.
“She won the Pulitzer Prize.”
Then he smiles. “I know who Harper Lee is. To Kill a Mocking Bird. Won the Pulitzer Prize in 1961. She was also good friends with Truman Capote. She helped him with the research for In Cold Blood.”
I can feel my jaw drop.
“I guess I’m smarter than you think.” He leans in close again. “And I’m also a great actor apparently because I had you fooled.”
I want to say something in response but no words come out of my mouth.
“Rayne.” It’s Xander again. “Come on. We’ve got to bounce.”
“Does everyone call you Rayne?”
“Always.”

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Creep (Radiohead)
Glycerine (Bush)
Only the Good Die Young (Billy Joel)
It’s Been a While (Staind)
Simple Man (Shinedown)
Avalon (Roxy Music)
Fade Into You (Mazzy Star)
 
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clip_image007SIERRA AVALON writes contemporary romance novels with a little sass and lots of spice. She lives in a small town outside of Phoenix, Arizona with her husband and their bloodhounds.

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